Greek Sunday

Like a flower bud meeting the light of dawn

Rays of sun unfurl my layers, akin to petals

With nourishment that begs for a presence

That is total, unequivocal.

I sit perched on a hill near Kypseli.

To the west I see the source scattered

Over a wide swathe of sea, shimmering.

Children play football just below this precipice

A cat crosses the field, into the arms of a father.

To the east is humanity, colonized, boxed and sprawling.

An unrelenting outgrowth of life. Just trying to survive.